Friday, May 15, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Crysta had always used the guise of “having a little fun” to do her most degrading or otherwise bad things. She and Chelsea were heartbroken when Crysta’s parents decided to move back down the mountain to be closer to their jobs, and though Crysta often came back up to visit Chelsea every weekend, sometimes the girls would just stay at Crysta’s house in East Highland. She had a nice little McMansion there with a handful of bedrooms, and the neighborhood was safe to walk in.
One time when they were on one of their walks when they were about 15 years old, Crysta decided to wear a midriff top with cherries all over it, even though
They were walking and talking for a while, just shooting the shit about random boy stuff or teachers at their schools, when all of the sudden a powder-painted yellow truck pulled up beside them. The man inside was wearing a cowboy hat and a flannel shirt, he was kind of homely but he had a really nice looking beard. Naturally
“Hi CJ,” she said cutely.
“Well hey there Crys, how you ladies been?” he said, glancing at
“No CJ, we’re all right,” Crysta said. “Pick me up later though, okay?”
“You sure? It looks like a storm is heading in,” he said while pointing to the dark gray clouds overhead.
“Just pick me up at my house at like nine, okay?” and with that CJ tipped his hat and drove off.
“Who the fuck was that?”
“He lives by me,” she answered as they started walking again.
“Crysta that guy was like 25, what in the hell is he picking you up for?”
“He’s cute! Don’t you love his beard?”
“A little, but Crysta don’t get yourself into trouble,” she said as she stopped to take a picture of some bright purple and yellow plants growing on a sage covered hill in the distance, the light being quite perfect as the sun broke through the clouds to shine down on the scene.
“I just want to have a little fun, is all,” Crysta said dismissively, and that night Chelsea had her mom pick her up early instead of spending the night as she had planned. When